So, I've noticed that in most bios.... People are putting that they're depressed and their life sucks....

I'm sure you've noticed I don't do that a lot.

Because I don't like the attention. I don't do anything for attention, I don't think... Okay, that's not true, actually.

This chapter is to clear the page. That's. All.

So.... Might as well get started.

I've been 'depressed' since.... November or so.... Note how I used ' ....
The reason being is I'm not diagnosed with it. I know I have it. I just know. I've tried talking to my mom about it, but the last time I tried, she completely blew it off.

A week ago, or so, I was putting away the dishes. I started thinking about everything wrong. And while I was holding a knife, I wondered what would happen if I went and stabbed myself.
Obviously I didn't.

Sometimes I wish I did.

I've even thought about self-harm.... But I brushed it off. People figure out things....

Here are a list of reasons:

My mom. She gets me stressed out. She yells and screams constantly ... And has said a .... Few foul things. Yet... I still love her.

My tormentors at school.
Self explanatory?

My dad's girlfriend. I love her to death, but she makes me feel like I can't do anything right.

School in general. I know I'm not smart. My grades are below average, except for Language Arts; I'm actually higher than the state average...

My insecurity. I feel I can't do anything right. I'm not pretty enough. I'm not happy enough. I'm not 'cool' enough. I'm not ever going to fit in.

My self appearance. I like my hair I guess.... But, I don't like my body, or face. All of the fat I eat goes straight to my stomach... Instead of my arms, legs, etc.

So there.
I bet this can go on forever, but I'm getting a little ... Never mind.

Just... There. Enjoy.